The old man continued, "But this scoundrel's ankle was injured by my horsetail whisk, so he couldn't have gone far. I tracked him here; have you seen this man, young friend?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mu was taken aback. A man in red clothes... an injured ankle... Could it be that brother? A Demon Palace Disciple? That young master in red, is he a Demon Palace Disciple? And he massacred Li Shanren's entire household in Pan City? Thinking of this, Wang Mu's scalp tingled slightly, an inexplicable chill gripped his heart, and he almost blurted out the truth.
However, just then, something he vaguely remembered flickered through his mind, preventing him from speaking directly.
"I seem to have seen him…" Wang Mu fell silent for a moment.
"Please tell me!" the old man exclaimed, overjoyed. "This Devil is extremely brutal and utterly cruel. I must capture him!"
